Trapped!

Trapped in my wounds & sorrows,
Outnumbering the hurt & the furious, curious
Running & splicing through the heavy wind
My pain carrying loud volumes of laughter,
Hovering
And frowning nearer towards the cul-de-sac

It sucks to say

To say the least and mean the most
I stand still & moan angrily about my grin
And point at the face that makes me disappear…

Disappearing wildly into the deep forest of my mind
My head spins with delight for less days I will see
When my eyes are shut…

Shut up
And listen to the smoke that caused the fire on a cruel
Saturday
Shaking my body believing that Monday would be soon

Sooner.

Vying through myself my stomach dishing out resourceful
Messages to my brain, allowing split-seconds of emotions to be dry
As I crawl towards my thoughts backstabbing my nostrils
Against the back-drop of unsightly smells & sounds I am used to

In denial in darkness my head drops to darling news that won’t doubt & betray me

I am troubled
I am trapped!

By Nomfusi Xinindlu

The collection: Whispers of the day & monologues of Today.
A Sunday World Publication